Bits of Plastic

she lived in a very big house condemned, by the common air of dirty tricks and dusty sunshine by the moon of arms, arms stretched over her head over the moon, little moon over there she went wondering away, wondering of things and small plastic bits left everywhere, by children and men and dragged by creatures, through the dark air she was a well of things, and little bits of seconds in the dark air but there was a place somewhere, somewhere there, something to be found, in the reflection of the dark light air and water and something to be drown in the wet muddy sand and air of dirty tricks oh the used cars trading and dealing of dust and artificial things bits of plastic, being sold to all for everything, every human need the dirty tricks of people who lost their souls in the hands of their fathers children raised to want the bits of plastic, everywhere she went but she stayed there the muddy sand lives, it stays at the bottom of that well of bits of plastic, of little people made for plastic, everywhere she wonders, but, she does not care to save her sanity, she does not dare the muddy air, the dusty sun, and dusty air the bits of plastic everywhere she went and stayed taking the bits of plastic, and the souls of those who do not dare engraved in plastic she will last in the plastic well and only as it burns it can be made to dare of the soul of men made for plastic little bits everywhere